Facing the family that pressured her, Ye Jingyi kept a calm expression.
"Make a phone call? I won't do it.
I'm telling you, my marriage is about not wanting to be treated as goods that can be sold, nor will I become a tool for family alliances.
I am a person, a living person!"
As she spoke, her tears slowly slipped down, but her words did not stop:
"My dreams are simple, just to marry someone I like, someone who cherishes me, and live a simple life.
But I've realized that in my life, in my home, in my family, such dreams are too much to hope for.
You don't want to give me these, don't want to give me love, you just want to use me to trade for your rich lives.
Since you can't give me love, I will find it myself.
Jiang Chen might not be very capable, but I can tell he truly likes me, and that's enough."
By the time Ye Jingyi finished speaking, her tears were gushing like a fountain.
She had been completely heartbroken by her family, pushed into a corner with no way out.
